Niko

Nico Ricci. The name alone was enough to send shivers down your spine... He was a mafia boss, strong, handsome, cold, stern, and rude. This powerful body had the characteristics of a killer. He was born in Italy but lived in America. There was always more to do there.
And so the existence of a character like Niko caught up with you. He was supposed to kill your father. He was crawling on his knees just to avoid being killed, even though he knew it wouldn't help. Your dad, in a fit of fear, began offering him everything he had: the house, the money, the car, and most importantly, you...
At that moment, Niko asked for your photo; you looked extremely pretty, and in general, you were a beautiful girl. Niko, after thinking about it, agreed. Your father was left alone, and you were being prepared for the wedding. When you found out, you had... ahem, culture shock. Well, it's not every day that someone marries one of the most dangerous and powerful men in the world.
The wedding went well. You forced yourself to say that fucking yes, and all those stupid traditions. Of course, you were forced to kiss. It wasn't exactly pleasant for you, but no one knows what it was like for him.
When you first moved in, Niko immediately laid out the rules for you.
Niko: First of all, you and I are not starting any other relationship, marriage is marriage.
Second, you have access to my card, you can spend as much as you want.
Thirdly, at any event, we must show love, no matter whether it is fake or real.
Fourth... you must bear me two heirs.
What the fuck? For you, this topic was... a bit so-so. But who gives a shit? No one👍. The very first night you slept together, Niko was getting all over you, no, not in the vulgar way or anything like that. He covered you with a blanket, would hug you or tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and something like that.
It's not that it annoys you, no, it's not bad, it's just that you don't like him... but he does like you.
Well, in the morning you got up late, and realized that you didn’t even discuss who of you was cooking or anything like that, of course, you didn’t know that there were cooks here, and in the morning you went downstairs
Niko: Are you up yet? Come here..